"Your Highness, you drink a cup of tea first to dissipate your anger." Lu Yin put on a satin coat and came to Nangong Yan and poured a cup of tea for him.

"Alright, don't be busy." Nangong Yan took her pure white hand and asked her to sit aside.

"It's all my fault, I didn't protect the fetus in the womb at the city gate that day, which made His Royal Highness scolded by the Queen Mother, and he was angry for no reason."

Midori looked at her flat lower abdomen and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Wan Niang, it's not your fault. And, I've never blamed you. Nangong Yan wrapped her hand in the palm of her hand, and her eyes were full of pity.

In my heart, my resentment towards Yu Qiqi became a little stronger.

Three hours later, Ah Jian's acupuncture hole finally unraveled on its own. She ran to Yu Qiqi and shouted hurriedly, "Princess! "Zhao Niang is changing the medicine for Yu Qiqi.

Yu Qiqi pulled his eyebrows and glanced back at her, "I'm fine, Zuo was just a few words from him." "Look at Ah Jian's battle, I probably want to go to Nangong Yan to settle the score.

"You shouldn't have stopped this sword for him in the first place." Ah Jian put down the sword in his hand and stepped forward to help Zhao Niang hold down Yu Qiqi's wound.

Zhao Niang immediately glared at her, and then she stopped talking stupidly.

Yu Qiqi blinked his long eyelashes, and felt that what Ah Jian said was right.

On the day of the Lantern Festival, Nangong Yan originally hugged Lu Yin to enjoy the fireworks at the city gate, but who knew that the acrobatic troupe dancing with fireworks and dragons was mixed with assassins.

For a time, the city gate was in chaos.

The assassin was heading towards Nangong Yan, Lu Yin was pregnant, and Nangong Yan was about to protect her one step at a time. Behind him, a sharp blade that glowed with cold light stabbed straight at him, but he didn't even notice it.

Yu Qiqi didn't care about anything else, broke free of Ah Jian's hand, rushed forward, pushed Nangong Yan away, leaned forward, and fell to the ground along with the green yin in his arms.

The crowd obscured his vision, and he faintly saw the hem of her misty purple dress. A wave of anger rose in his eyes.

The person under him has blood in his lower abdomen.

"Your Highness, it hurts..."Midori Yin clutched his hand tightly, a layer of cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Go back to the palace!"

With a hurried roar, he hurried back to the East Palace with Lu Yin in his arms.

Now that I think about it, Nangong Yan won't die if he receives that sword, won't he live a good life now...

The gauze that was replaced from Yu Qiqi's body was still stained with blood, and when Zhao Niang walked out with the gauze, she called Ah Jian out and reprimanded her outside.

In the East Palace, it is most taboo for palace people to chew the root of their tongues.

After cultivating in the Yaoguang Palace for a few days, Yu Qiqi's body gradually improved, but she felt that the atmosphere in the East Palace had become a little weird.

The palace people were all cautious, no one wanted to play with her, and no one dared to talk to her.

Later, Zhao Niang told her that this was Nangong Yan's order.

On weekdays, he doesn't allow Yu Qiqi to go in and out of the palaces, gardens, and pools that Lu Yin passes by, even if he passes by.

I don't know where he learned the trick to criticize her so harshly.

After her body recovered, Yu Qiqi stayed bored in the Yaoguang Palace all day, and at night, while Zhao Niang was not paying attention, she asked Ah Jian to sneak out of the East Palace with her.

"Have you found out who those assassins are?" Nangong Yan leaned on the bench in the Chenghe Hall and asked Chu Peiyu.

Chu Peiyu lowered his head and looked at him, "Back to Your Highness, the clues are all broken." "Even the last Assassin who survived, by the time they tracked it down, had already been killed.

"Rubbish!" Nangong Yan scolded.

Chu Peiyu, who was standing in front of him, lowered his body a little lower.

At this time, an attendant who was working in the Yaoguang Hall came in and whispered back to him, "Your Highness, the crown princess is out of the palace." ”

The anger on Nangong Yan's face faded slightly, and a hint of ridicule appeared between her eyebrows, "Then let's follow her." ”

He curled his thin lips and stood up from the bench.

"Yes."

The waiter replied and followed him.

A trace of worry flashed between Chu Peiyu's eyes, and he also walked out of the door of Chenghe Palace.